the mistier it grew, until at last there was nothing but a little wavering, smoky column, which faded away into the air as she gazed.
"Oh, how strange!" cried Marjorie, delightedly. "Now I know that they really are not anything. I can see it plainly. How glad I am!" and she tried to shake the rest of them off. However, to her surprise, they clung as tightly as ever.
The woman smiled. "What are you trying to do?" she asked.
"Why, I'm trying to shake them off, because they're not anything."
"If they are not anything, how can you shake them off?" asked her friend. "You are making them seem to be something when you try to shake them off."
"Oh!" said Marjorie. "Then what must I do?"
"See through them," said the woman, confidently.
"But I can't see through them all at once, they squirm so," said Marjorie, "and I'm in a hurry."
Her friend smiled again. "You must not try to do too much at once," she said, gently, "or you may not do it thoroughly. If you leave even a whiff of the little last column of
